A Game Of You
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Pairing: James/Logan
Rating: M
Warnings: Language Smut
A/N: In my last story I said "No Jagan, you cannot have sex this time." And now this happens and they are grinning victoriously in the back corners of my head...If you want an actual plot go read someone else's work because this AU will be mostly filled with Logan's and James' little sexual escapades. And I will write them until either this gets deleted or I ran out of kinky ideas. Okay, maybe I'll manage to get some plot in here in coming chapters, you can leave a review and vote which one you'd prefer drama or smut…And although I'm set on my OC cast I have no idea if Carlos, Kendall or the rest of the gang will make an appearance, sorry for that, sometimes I need to focus on the Jagan. To anyone who cares the title is derived from Neil Gaiman's amazing Sandman comic. Thankfully just the title…
My partner in crime is Newbie-0.0Q that I keep up all night and give her weird dreams with my sleazy ideas…I'M SORRY HONEY I'LL GET MY MEDICATION EVENTUALLY!
Logan Mitchell felt like he was the most miserable man on the face of the earth and he didn't even bother hiding it. He sat alone leaning his slouched back over the bar table, eyes moist, skin pale, with an expression on his face like he had given up on life, someone had to check twice to make sure if he was even breathing, if anyone would even bother to look at him.
The club was loud and crowded, full of people that were out on the prowl to have a good time, the place was also a rising hot spot and the only reason Logan in his unkempt and sorrowful state made it past the bouncer on the door was that the night was still young and it was the middle of the week, so any customer ready to spend a buck even for a beer was more than welcome to come in for at least another hour, then if they didn't look like famished models or at least owners of a Porsche they would be forced to take a hike.
He wouldn't have come here in the first place if he had a better choice so that didn't bother him much; the upbeat dance music wasn't of his taste and the multicolored flashing lights made his eyes hurt, but it was just a few blocks away from his house and the apartment felt asphyxiating and dark, and he lacked the physical strength needed to go anywhere else. So, Logan sat on a stool in the corner of the bar head down trying to decide how to best drown his sorrows, that's when he heard someone trying to call out to him over the booming music.
"Okay, what can I get you?" Logan didn't bother to lift his head, it was only the barman doing his job, give him an order and at least he would go away not like the laughing people that surrounded him and rubbed their happiness in his face.
"A glass of wine, red…" He said with a choked voice expecting that the barman possessed super powered enhanced hearing somehow.
"Didn't catch that, sorry can you repeat?" He leaned closer and Logan saw a distorted reflection on the black table's surface. He gave a frustrated sigh out and shot his head up screaming.
"I SAID A GLASS OF..." He stopped cold, his voice died; the barman was breathtaking, simply breathtaking. A tall stud with light brown hair and fiery hazel eyes, a gorgeous shining smile and broad wide shoulders and he was just right in front of Logan the space between them was minimal he could even feel his breath falling warmly on his face.
"…good god…." Logan's tongue slipped but the other man didn't have the time to read his lips and once again couldn't make out what he said.
"What? Speak up man! I can't hear you!" The hunk said sounding kind of ticked off about losing precious time with just one customer, but Logan was too busy biting his lips and smiling like an idiot to care.
"SCOTCH ON THE ROCKS! MAKE IT A DOUBLE!" Logan shouted suddenly bursting with life; the bartender hit one hand on the surface of the counter playfully and vigorously answered.
"Coming right up!" And then he turned his back to get the order giving Logan a great view that he quickly favored more than the flawless face, a view of his hard firm ass wrapped in a tight pair of skinny jeans.
"Here you go! First ones on the house!" He said grinning handing over the drink and Logan almost dropped it.
"What? Why?"
"I don't like sad people on my watch, can't do my job properly, it ruins the mood and you have a face like somebody ran your dog over with a truck."
"Sorry. This is not exactly my sort of thing…" Logan apologized but he really put more effort on not to drool because the man made his head spin just with the sound of his voice.
"Hey, I'm just weird like that; you can feel and do whatever you want. You're the customer here." He turned quickly to get another order but he returned by Logan's side as soon as he passed the glass on the other patron's hand. Logan used the opportunity to take his wallet out.
"I'm not joking, put that away, this one's on me!" He said pointing at the whisky that Logan still hadn't tasted feeling bad with the gesture; he wasn't a big fan of pity.
"Okay then, I'm Logan by the way, thanks for the drink." He gave a hand out for a handshake and got one, his palm was sort of sweaty and he felt that the barman's grip was too tight and would crush his fingers, but he refused to let go before the other man did, the guy's skin was warm and smooth and Logan savored the touch and the goose bumps down his spine.
"James. Nice to meet you!" His wide grin made Logan's heart skip beats, he was mostly surprised that it still worked; just a few seconds ago Logan would have sworn the organ was dead and long gone. A set of new customers came up and sat beside him taking the empty seats, James shifted his attention to them like lightning; Logan's gaze became fierce, not wanting to miss a second trying to assimilate the way James moved. He caught James's arm flexing ripping muscles as he poured the other customers their drinks and he felt a sudden heat spring between his legs. This was getting out of hand, he tried to shrug the lust off slouching back down but James after serving yet another order returned on Logan's little cut off corner.
"So, tell me if you don't mind, what's with all the dark and gloom sitting all by yourself? Your dog didn't actually die?" James leaned over again and put both elbows on the counter nonchalantly, Logan thought it was the sexiest pose he had seen in his life.
"No, I don't have a dog…no spare time to care for pets…"
"Tough day in the office then…?" James coaxed curiously, Logan thought he was pretending interest and just doing his job.
"Second year medical intern…and no, I have that part of my life under control thankfully…what is this, twenty questions?" Logan finally snapped because James had now reminded him why he desperately needed alcohol in the first place.
"Since you are the sulking customer, I'm playing the role of the bartender who also happens to be a great listener, and this is the part you tell me her name!" And then he made a gesture over at Logan, Logan smiled slyly, he decided to deploy the bomb and get this over with so he could return back to his misery and stare James from afar.
"His name was Jack and he just dumped me over with a post-it note, so there you have it!" Logan sipped his drink expecting James's reaction, he was set on one of the following: surprise, sock, disgust, maybe a laugh, James didn't do anything of the sort, he just turned poured a glass of tequila for himself and nodded with pouted lips.
"So Jack, let's talk trash about Jack, he's obviously blind and stupid enough to kick his good fortune in the balls, what else can you tell me?" He hit Logan's glass in toast and prompted him to take another sip while he gulped down most of his own drink.
"What did you say?" Logan was the one surprised in the end, maybe James was just good on his job but the way he threw the comment around could be easily misunderstood as flirtatious.
"I said blind, stupid, great taste in men though I have to admit." He saw the hazel eyes running up and down taking him in, evaluating him and then he tilted his head playfully and winked. Logan had all the body symptoms of a sudden heart attack. Loss of color, vivid respiration, he started to shake violently, cold sweat came down his forehead, he couldn't form a coherent thought, his brain exploded.
"Are you pulling my chain…?" He asked finally but James only changed his smile from playful to predatory.
"It depends…are you kinky?" Logan's pupil's dilated; now he was sure the sexy beast was indeed flirting, Logan didn't know what to do, ran for the hills or dive into the lion's mouth. He was saved by James' coworker, some girl with tattoos and piercings all over her body and blond messy braided hair; she tapped James gently on the shoulder and told him they were out of clean beer glasses. James gave her an angry stare and left Logan once again mumbling something that was drowned by the loud music.
"Excuse me!" Logan called out to the girl as she was about to return on her side of the bar, he needed to know what he was getting into.
"Yeah, can I help you?" If one could ignore that she would look more in place as a front lead singer of a death metal band, she actually had a jolly expression and deep green kind eyes.
"Umm this may sound a little weird but is James…"
"Bisexual, an incurable flirt and great in the shack which is the understatement of the millennium, the last one though I know by source of mouth, the one and only time he flirted with me I shot him down cold. Did he give you a free drink handsome?" She didn't bother beating around the bushes, not wanting to abandon her post for long.
"Yes…"
"Then the ball is in your court, he's interested, worst case scenario for you is that you'll get kissed senseless, worst for me is I'll have to pull a double duty while you have mind blowing sex in the store room. But then again I owe him half a taxi fair, so have fun, wear a condom." And then she dashed off feeling that she had her bases covered, Logan's mind blocked out everything she said except the words mind blowing sex.
He was trying to put his chaotic thoughts in order but then James returned with a box of clean glasses which he deposited in a hurry, and this time he was glistening with sweat, obviously he cared more about not leaving Logan alone and less about taking his time and do his job professionally, he could have easily broken every single piece of glass.
"I'm back. Did you miss me?" He asked Logan with a grin.
"Didn't even notice you were gone…" But now Logan smiled back, with his mouth, with his eyes, he was getting into a game he hardly knew how to play in the first place, but the prize, that prize which made his body pump with life, it was worth any embarrassment, or an arm and a leg Logan had concluded.
"I take back my earlier statement, Jack's not stupid, you're just an asshole!" James though made it clear that he was joking because he started to laugh uncontrollably, Logan cursed the pop idol in the background coming out from the loud speakers, because James' laugh was the only music he wanted to hear.
"Are you flirting with me or do you want to hear about my ex because this is getting a tiny little bit confusing?" Logan took another sip of his whiskey James followed him with his own drink; they were both smiling and using the alcohol to drown down their laughter that just wouldn't stop.
"I can do both, you look like you could use both and I'm just here to serve. So talk, flirt, w-h-a-t-e-v-e-r you want…." Logan couldn't take it, he giggled like a schoolgirl.
"Okay let's take it from the top and if you see me fall into the pit of depression just…do whatever you want…"
"Sounds like a plan." But then more customers came up to James, right when Logan was about to open his mouth and James actually rolled his eyes pissed, he turned and pointed them over to his coworker's side lying that his shift hadn't started yet, the girl with the tattoos threw him a look when she saw them approaching, James threw a look back, end of discussion. No more interruptions James had more important things to do that night or at least he was working on it.
"So, I met Jack when I came to town for my internship, he's a bookstore clerk and I was searching for some resource material, I was looking for some hard to find books about anatomy…"
"BOOORING!" James suddenly interrupted and Logan's mouth gaped.
"Hey, I thought you were going to listen to my story!"
"Yeah, but can we please skip the chick flick? You met, it was love at first sight, you were picking out the china and a good adoption agency, blah, blah, blah! I want to hear the juicy parts!"
"Dude it wasn't like that! I didn't fall head over hills at the sight of him, he wasn't even my type!"
"And your type is….?"
"Fine! He was my type, exactly my type! Romantic, caring, smart, funny…"
"I get it, ideal boyfriend material. What I want to know is was the guy hot?"
"That's in the eye of the beholder." Logan sipped most of his drink down trying to avoid the question.
"Nope, that's just crap people say. See that blonde girl over there? She's hot! That guy dancing near the DJ? He's hot too. I'm umber, super hot, and you...underneath the mismatched clothes I bet you're a volcano ready to pop…" Logan's reaction to that was to bite his lower lip, tilt his head down and then up again cheeks flushed red, to meet James' hungry hazel eyes.
"What gives you that impression?"
"What? I'm wrong? That would be a first I'm never wrong about these things…"
"Cocky aren't you?"
"You have no idea…." That little bit of juicy information made Logan swallow, hard. It scared him a little how well James played this game, how easy it made it for him to flirt back with rivaling passion.
"Jack was just fine okay. Better than fine, I was the problem…" James laughed again; it pissed Logan off to no bounds.
"You don't have a very high opinion of yourself do you?"
"No, really it was my fault. He was romantic, kind, giving…"
"Boring..." James quickly added.
"Cut that out already!" Logan took his almost empty glass and banged it on the table making what remained of it spill, James took the opportunity to refill it ignoring the protest Logan gave with his eyes.
"Look at the mess you just made. Did Jack make you go like this? Spill all over the place?"
"It's all about sex jokes with you isn't it?"
"I want to know what to expect, I love it messy, but I hate it when it ends prematurely…"
"Do these lines actually pay off?"
"You tell me, am I making any progress? Do I get you hard or anything?"
"I'm not…"
"Do you want me to jump over the counter and make sure you're lying with my own hands, you little heartbreaker?"
"No…"
"Good, now drink up, I want that little tongue of yours loose."
"You just want to get me drunk…"
"Look at it this way, tomorrow morning you wake up with a splitting headache and a guilt free conscience."
"I haven't done anything to feel guilty about. Besides, Jack walked out on me over a fucking post-it!" Logan took his refilled drink shook it up a little and drenched some of his new found thirst.
"Do you actually know why?"
"We drifted apart. I lost myself in work. I want to be a brain surgeon and I need as much time in the hospital as it's humanly possible. But he knew what he was getting into from day one. That doesn't excuse his actions. I think he just got bored with me and left."
"Well, if you ask me it all comes down to one simple question. How was the sex?"
"Okay, I'm drawing a line here! I'm not telling you what went on in my bed!"
"Did you stop putting out or something?"
"Drop it…"
"I can't hear you. Speak up! Come on Doc, it's just a simple question. Did you and Jackie hop around like bunnies or not?"
"Fine! The sex was just fine okay! I didn't stop; we had a love life it just wasn't as intense as it used to be…"
"So, you were tired from work and he didn't know how to make you lose control after the mushy stuff died out."
"That's…that's preposterous!"
"And your reaction screams bull's-eye!"
"First of all I never lose control! It hurts more that way! And second…"
"Never lose…Oh, God! That's adorable! You need to be broken in! You haven't had real sex yet have you?"
"What does that even mean? I've been active since I was a teenager!" James shook his head trying to find the right words to properly explain.
"It means you hold back. And the number of lovers you had mean diddle squat if they didn't know what they were doing. I may flirt with every other person that walks in but I don't take all of them in my bed, I'm sort of picky about the quality."
"Ah, good to know, I take it then you wouldn't want to waste any more of your time with little inexperienced me then." Logan said it like he didn't care, but inside a fear gripped him, he wanted this, whatever this was, because James was right, no matter who it was he always held back one way or another, but if he had James just for one night, the night when he had the need to feel wanted and desired like never before, then he wouldn't bother holding anything back.
"I'm not wasting my time with you…there's something…" James leaned over trying to find the right words, it wasn't the twinkle he saw behind Logan's dark eyes, like a sparkle in a murky oil pool waiting for someone to throw a match in igniting an inferno, it wasn't that he could tell from the shoulders and the size of his chest that underneath the clothes Logan would look divine, it wasn't Logan's voice that called out to him like a primal song. Maybe it was all of those things but James felt there was something more, something indefinable and he was ready to jump off a cliff without a parachute or a rope just to find out what that something was.
"You're worth it, and if you aren't and I'm wrong, well, trust me you'll have fun at least for tonight…"
"Been a long time since I had any real fun…"
"How long are we talking about here?"
"A couple of mon…honestly I don't remember. Before Jack I guess way back when I was a hormonal horny teenager."
"Then no need to cry over him I say. Guy wasn't good for you; if he cared he would have made an effort."
"But we shared things, I loved him, I still do."
"And you'll love the next one too and the one that follows. Okay, you're sulking again. I need to cheer you up."
James grabbed a shaker and he mixed a quick cocktail with his back turned so that Logan wouldn't be able to see what the exact bottles that he used were. Logan felt a sudden anxiety grip him by the throat, because a part of him was actually feeling guilty but the dominant part of him couldn't take his eyes of James as he danced to the background music in the most sensual of ways. James kept on stirring and shaking wiggling his eyebrows slyly towards Logan and then finally when the mix was done he took two shot glasses and poured some in them.
Before he gave one shot to Logan he took a slice of lime keeping it between his fingers, Logan lifted his shot up and took a long whiff, he tried to recognize the ingredients but the only thing he got out of it was that there was some Bacardi in there and that was it. James lifted his own shot and then his beautiful face was distorted with lust.
"Bottom's up…" He gave Logan a nudge and Logan took a desperate breath before gulping the shot down knowing all too well this was the last step to insanity, it was liquid fire and burned his throat, he shook his head, his vision blurred for a nanosecond but his lips curled into a smile. James soon followed; he swilled his shot with a huge victorious grin on his face. He took the slice of lime put it between his teeth, held it there and then he leaned over the bench prompting Logan to take a bite. Logan didn't even hesitate.
Logan parted his lips and slowly nipped the tip, the sour taste of the lime snapped his mind into awareness, there was loud music, and flashing colored lights, and people around him and he was eating a piece of fruit from a stranger's mouth. Instead of stopping with shame and fear though once he felt James's lips graze his own he dived in for the passionate kissing game James wanted to play with him.
It wasn't a kiss really, it was a war. The lime was caught in the middle between battling tongues and sharp teeth. James flooded Logan's mouth with an intoxicating warm breath; Logan trapped the lime under his tongue making James fretfully dig for it. The music was too loud James couldn't hear Logan's moan he still felt it through connected skin like a vibration. As James finally liberated the lime and placed it into his own mouth he tried to pull back, he left Logan no choice. Logan threw an arm around James's muscled neck and pulled him back down forcefully. Logan's heart spiked and pumped with life, he couldn't feel his knees anymore, he could only feel James's invading tongue, and a pain between his legs as he felt his clothes constricting him, his skin was sweating bullets. Soon they were out of breath, and the lime was shredded to pieces and after each of them swallowed what they had won, they finally broke apart gasping for air.
Logan tried desperately to rein in his patted breathing his eyes had gone wild and there was a loud euphoric buzzing in his head, James started to laugh and Logan thought he was making fun of him, Logan's lustful expression changed to one of anger and James's laughter died in seconds, he looked at Logan shaking his head and biting his lower lip.
"Holy shit…okay…no way… no fucking way, you're telling me somebody had…"
"What?!" Logan made a gesture and pointed at his ear prompting James to speak up and stop mumbling. James didn't repeat the unstructured sentence, he just refilled the shot glasses and got a small bawl with various fruits out, this time he placed a slice of apple in Logan's mouth without even asking or waiting for permission Logan noticed that his hand, no, James's entire body was shaking. He almost dropped the new fruit out of uncontrollable snickering. The tongue war resumed, and there would be no prisoners.
Someone rudely asked James for a glass of beer, James was too busy licking the apple juice dripping out of Logan's mouth as the other refused to open up and kept on chewing away with a blissful coy expression lost in the taste of the succulent fruit, James pointed one finger over to his co-worker without even raising his head. Logan felt the tickling of James' tongue around his mouth, he had his eyes closed but he opened them wide when he felt James grab him by the arms and pulling him up from his stool by force, James couldn't control his strength or his excitement when he felt Logan's biceps flex, he squeezed as hard as he could, Logan gave a grunt out welcoming back James' tongue. Logan trailed his hands over James' flat chest; he grabbed his shirt trying to find something to hold on. When Logan pushed James back because his lungs were burning out due to lack of oxygen again, he took his shot and gulped it down because what remained of the apple slice could choke him to his death.
"I don't think I can keep up with the teasing any longer..." James didn't hear him, he read his eyes, he grabbed him by an arm and lifted the bar bench so Logan could come over to his side. Logan did with shaking legs, and then he followed him over to the back door that led to the kitchen. He could still hear the thundering music over his own wild heartbeat as James unlocked the storage room with a shaking hand. When James opened the door and Logan could only see pitch black darkness coming out of the room, James let him go and then with a mix of fear and determination in his burning hazel eyes said.
"After you…"
Logan was one step in when he felt James violently grab him from the waist and turn him around in order to smash their lips together, while he kicked the metallic door behind him shut. He lifted Logan up and hurled his back into a wall as his tongue met his time and time again, James grabbed Logan's wrists and pinned him there and Logan wrapped his legs around James' waist. Suddenly James stopped the violent kissing and pulled slightly back letting Logan's hands drop into the air but not releasing him from his embrace. Logan could barely see his form into the darkness; he still felt the pressure of James' gaze.
"Okay…this is your last chance if you want me to stop…?" Logan heard his voice husky but clear, a memory popped into his mind, Jack sleeping besides him while the sunlight crept in through the window blinds, but soon another thought followed, tomorrow he would wake alone, no loving wonderful romantic Jack by his side, because he walked out on him without even saying goodbye like a proper man. Logan wanted a man and for tonight, he wanted to be desired, and this incredibly beautiful sexual creature was ready to devour him. And how was he supposed to say no to that?
"Let's fuck like there's no tomorrow James…" If he had any strength left he would have screamed it too.
Logan took in James' tongue again setting the beast completely free, James let him slide down on the cold floor and then he followed him falling on his knees. Logan was half way done with completely unbuckling his belt when he felt James' hands pulling his pants down with force, he pushed back his shoes and he realized James didn't take off just the pants, he took the underwear off as well and Logan smiled with his new found freedom and threw off his long winter coat. James grabbed Logan's hands, he made him yank both their shirts off, and Logan felt through the sense of touch James' sculpted muscles and his glorious abs, and as his hands trailed down that wasn't the only thing he cupped because James had pulled down his own fly and part of his own brief.
"You weren't lying, you are cocky…" Logan fought the urge to take him in his mouth as he caressed him with a shaking palm but he restrained himself, he only did that on very few occasions during his adulthood and it had been far too long, so he feared that he was out of practice.
"And you're meaty…" James countered taking Logan in his hand, pumping him with force, making him mewl and groan with pleasure, and if that wasn't enough he fell on him diving into his mouth yet again. Logan pulled back and started biting on the broad shoulders, while James kissed his cheek and moaned in his ear.
"I'll make you forget…I'll make you forget the moron's name…" James took his own fingers in his mouth and he started coating them with saliva, Logan soon felt one making a few circles around his ring muscle and then diving inside, he pushed back his head and screamed from the hot intruding pain.
"What's wrong…?" James asked with worry but he kept his finger in and kept on wiggling it around.
"I don't usually…I usually top…"
"Not tonight…you'll bear me tonight…" And the index was followed by the middle finger, in and out and around Logan's walls until the screams Logan gave were replaced by pleads and desperate requests for James to rip him in half. James got up and before getting rid of his last remaining clothes he took a condom from his back pocket and as he prepared Logan bit his lip and flailed like a fish out of water body wrecked with anticipation.
"Hurry…fuck…fuck me…please…" James fell on the floor again he found Logan's legs wide open and stretched high in the air, he lowered his upper body while his lower half made circles around Logan's hole teasing him mercilessly.
"Whatever you want..."
"FUCK ME JAMES!" And with a playful whistle James nailed him on the floor.
James' pace was violent, erratic, after only a few thrusts Logan could even feel the base of the beast's lower abdomen. All in, in and out again, and again flooding Logan's senses with a sweet pain of pleasure he had never felt before in his life, he had bottomed in rare occasion but not like this, no one had ever filled him like this before.
His body reacted on instinct mostly, he writhed and moaned in James's ear, his hands trailed everywhere until he decided to lock them behind James' neck and pull him down and kiss his face all over, but after a few kisses he soon found himself licking him like a dog and James followed suit biting and marking Logan's neck.
"You taste good Logie…fucking amazing…" Logan was so lost in the sea of fiery lust that his first thought was who the hell this Logie person was.
James suddenly broke contact and Logan growled a long threatening no, James laughed playfully, he helped him up, he turned him around and wrapped one arm around Logan's waist, one hand down and around Logan's member, long strong fingers around him pumping him and making his body shiver. Logan tried to realign his entrance until he felt James's tip and then he opened himself wide; James plunged back right into his newfound paradise.
"Harder…harder..." Logan begged and his tongue met James' half way to a kiss, neither entered the others' mouth, the war tongue continued in mid air. Logan had one arm fisting James' hair and James took a bite of Logan's flexing bicep, then somewhere between violent thrusts it happened. James hit Logan's prostate.
Logan screamed and the burning hot pain drove him on the floor, on all fours, James fell on his back and long moans in Logan's ear escaped his lips. James slowed his pace; the thrusts became jabs that burned Logan from the inside out.
"Have you ever felt like that you little heartbreaker, tell me, do you like it…"
"Don't stop…whatever fucking happens please don't stop..."
Logan wanted this to last forever and James wouldn't be satisfied any other way, he was ready to change positions again when he felt his orgasm creep in and he cursed his body for the betrayal. He grabbed Logan's member once again and he picked up his pace and that's how Logan knew this was coming to an end. In an effort to stall it he even tried to pull away but James held him pinned in his muscled embrace.
"No! No! More! I WANT MORE!"
James pulled him up, his sweaty chest still on Logan's back and he kissed him using his mouth to stop Logan's insane pleading, for some reason he felt his heart break and scream, he released everything he so desperately wanted to hold in and the condom couldn't contain all of it so he pulled out almost immediately he barely made it on time, when Logan finally erupted in James' palm and on the floor like a river he let a heavy sigh out and kissed James again trying to pull himself back from the brink of an exhausting death.
James rested his head on Logan's shoulders as their shaking bodies tried to settle, his breathing was still ragged and his voice was still husky.
"And that Doc is what it means to be fucked without control…" Logan grinned slyly and nipped James's lips.
"Thank you…"
"My pleasure…"
After a few more burning slow wet kisses James got up and flicked the lights on, he saw Logan, a sweaty beautiful mess sitting on the floor trying to put his clothes back on and cover his gorgeous body, James saw some shame in his eyes and returned to his side and wrapped Logan's hand in his own without even knowing why.
"Hey, don't do that to yourself, we didn't hurt anyone here. He hurt you, you didn't hurt him. We just had some fun, and you deserved every second of it." Logan for the first time saw something that wasn't lust in the hazel eyes and his wrecked heart suddenly jolted in his chest, he knew what it meant but he denied it. He wanted to keep things simple, what happened was just a one night stand with a beautiful stranger that was all.
"Thanks." He mumbled and nodded his head. James dressed himself and got a comb out from his longer back pocket and after making himself presentable he fixed Logan's hair who stood still like a statue frozen by the gesture.
"Go get a glass of water, I need to mop a little in here." James pointed at the door with a smile but he saw that the fear and shame hadn't completely subsided in Logan.
"Sure thing…"
"Don't run away from me, if you want to leave I'm walking you out the door." And as Logan was about to turn the doorknob James kissed his neck and banished all the worries.
"Okay." Logan finally smiled and drove his wrecked body to the kitchen.
The music previously barred out returned booming only Logan now found himself tapping a foot following the rhythm. The girl with the tattoos came in like a storm and Logan lost all color, she deposed some dirty glasses in the dishwasher and turned to face Logan with a warm smile.
"All done?"
"Yeah…I'm sorry for…"
"Don't even say it. It isn't like this hasn't happened before; I'm used to it by now." She saw Logan make a face with the reminder that James was a slutty flirt and she cursed her own stupidity but then she noticed something and instead of apologizing she smiled.
"He made your hair."
"Yeah, why?"
"Nothing, he just made your hair. My name's Martha by the way but if you call me that in front of people I'll kill you. They call me Shiva when I'm on the clock, at least this week." And then she took her enigmatic grin and left before Logan could introduce himself properly. James returned and found Logan staring at the door.
"You okay?"
"Oh, everything's fine, Martha seems nice, a little crazy but nice…" James made a sort of panicked face; it was the first time Ms. Shiva The Insane gave her actual name to one of James' little special friends that spelled trouble for him later.
"So, do you want to go back to the bar or do you want to go home?" James' voice was actually casual now, but it didn't bother Logan much.
"Home, I can't stomach any more alcohol and I feel dead beat tired."
"I feel a little winded myself..." There was something in the way James said it, almost like a question, it didn't escape Logan and he gave him an arrogant chuckle.
"You think you can pull off the rest of your shift or was I a little too much for you to handle?"
"I'll be fine Doc, don't worry." James threw an arm over Logan's shoulder and he walked him outside the kitchen, then they circled the full dance floor and James led Logan outside from the main door, where the bouncer was now fighting off a line of people desperately trying to get in. The night air was cold, and the alley was dark save only by the club's neon lights but for some reason Logan felt safe in James' arms he wasn't afraid of going home now, he was just a little sad of having to let go.
"Let's get you in a cab."
"No I'll walk; I live a few blocks away actually."
"Then how come I've never seen you before?"
"I like Beethoven and Sinatra, you know boring stuff."
"I didn't bore you in there now did I?" James dropped his arm from Logan's shoulder and trailed it down his waist and then he wrapped the other one around him and smashed their chests together.
"No, totally worth my time, I forgot to pay you for the shots and the refill though." People were staring and Logan felt their judgmental looks piercing his back like arrows, he tried to pull away but James kept him there wrapped in his strong arms.
"No you did, and I loved your kind of currency…" He even shot his eyebrows playfully and Logan gulped from embarrassment.
"Okay, thanks for everything James…Goodnight…" He tried to pull back once more but James' face became serious, he leaned over and whispered in his ear.
"What's his name Logie…?" He locked him with the hazel eyes and they were refilled with lust and heat, even more so than before.
"Who's name…?" Logan asked and his face was distorted with new found hunger for James and James only. He kissed him and Logan kissed back and it was just as passionate like they were still in the back room having the time of their lives.
"Come play with me again…" James said as he let Logan go, Logan started to walk away faking a steady pace, he put his hands in the pockets of his coat but he didn't turn his back.
"I'll see what I can do…"
"Good, goodnight heartbreaker…"
"Goodnight bar boy…"
And they drifted apart slowly, each making their way back still lost in a rush that had nothing to do with the alcohol they had consumed. Their first time was easy, easy and simple and it left both of them feeling happy and accomplished. Not all of their meetings would end like this but their first one at least did.